All my tattoos are (relatively) (and purposefully) hidden. I’d always imagined if I were to expand to more exposed areas, say my arms, I’d want to do something really linear and minimal. I toyed with the idea of a straight line, linking back to noodles symbolizing longevity and long lives in Korean culture. I had a reserve of options and my husband even drew me a piece, but nothing seemed quite right. Fast forward to this year, when I discovered Ivania and her perfect little line. Whenever I would contemplate the tattoo, hers would always pop back up in my mind and each time strike a perfect cord in me. I was really hesitant about getting something so recognizably someone else’s (an unspoken code between tattooed people perhaps?) but after a few email exchanges I felt at peace with it.
And so there was no. 9, a reminder to walk a straight line in a long and happy life.